I do not want to be lusted after, but rather to exude the grace of God, for people to look at me and see the light of Christ.

My trauma does not define me, but it did for a while. We were stuck together like glue, my number one pal.

I’m not horny, I just need a hug. I’m craving intimacy.

Church is supposed to be a place in which you find solitude around people who understand you, but sometimes we lose sight of that.

What is love? Often, we hear about it, see it spoken about, encounter it, or think we know it, but what if we don’t?